917: C917 Who are you calling junior disciple?

C917 Who are you calling junior disciple?

Mu Qing was, after all, someone who was outside the door, and simply did not know what was happening on the Mao Mountain.

Currently, within the Mao Mountain hall, there were many people who came from Wudang. The inner disciples of Mt. Tai were all dressed strangely, with some even carrying swords in their hands, as if they were characters who had walked out from a television show.

As for Mu Qing's uncle, Daoist Qiu Ming, who was accompanying them at the side, he looked like a grandson, and did not dare to offend the disciples from the Dao Sect.

Now, this Mu Qing barged in brainlessly, and a low grumble immediately caused the entire hall of Mao Mountain to burst into an uproar.

Fellow Daoist Qiu Ming, who was still busy doing his work, suddenly had a sullen look on his face as his belly filled with anger.

Qiu Ming was someone in his fifties after all. Normally, when others saw him in the Mao Mountain, they would feel some respect and fear towards him. After all, he was a vice Sect Leader of the Mao Mountain.

But today, Qiu Ming's position was not even comparable to a dog's. He could only busily call over this group of elders who came from the Dao Sect.

Qiu Ming's mood today wasn't really that beautiful to begin with. Now that he saw his nephew, who always stirred trouble and caused trouble, the flames of fury rose in his heart.

Qiu Ming thought: I can't do anything to these little ancestors, but I still have a way to do something to this useless fellow.

Throwing the teapot in his hand down fiercely, Qiu Ming wore a set of gray daoist robes and walked forward two steps. Before long, he arrived in front of Mu Qing. Pointing at Mu Qing, Qiu Ming snappily lectured: "What are you talking about, what are you talking about. You stinking brat, did you cause trouble at the foot of the mountain again? Damn, if I had known what you were like back then, Poverty-stricken People would have let you die in your mother's womb, in case you lost face for me! "

As he said that, Qiu Ming fiercely smashed the top of Mu Qing's head.

Towards this uncle of his, Mu Qing did not dare to mess around. After all, this was his strong background in the Mao Mountain;

Hehe, he laughed lightly, then Mu Qing peeked inside the hall with his toes, and joked: "Uncle, isn't your Mao Mountain supposed to be a dao summit? "What kind of act is this? Can it be that these weird-looking fellows are filming here?"

Although Mu Qing spoke very childishly, he was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. To slander an inner sect disciple of the Dao Sect, if they angered this group of young ancestors, it would be a huge misfortune.

Daoist Qiu Ming immediately covered Mu Qing's mouth and said nervously, "You brat, don't be so naughty here. If there's nothing else, then hurry up and go down the mountain. "Also, everything that you saw in the hall today, rot inside your stomach. Otherwise, you won't have much to eat!"

Mu Qing immediately tricked: "Don't, uncle, I really have something urgent to ask of you."

"What is it that's so urgent, hurry up and f * ck off …"

Qiu Ming raised his leg and kicked Mu Qing's butt, not giving him the chance to speak.

However, Mu Qing shamelessly refused to leave, his face did not show any signs of anger, and only said with a mischievous smile, "Uncle, Uncle, don't be hasty, don't be hasty. I really have something important to request of you, at least you should let me finish speaking!"

Facing Mu Qing's scoundrelly look, Qiu Ming was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He rolled his eyes at Mu Qing and said in a low voice: "Alright, alright, you little brat. If you can't explain it today, then see how I'll deal with you! "

Mu Qing immediately laughed mischievously, and then said seriously: "Uncle, let me tell you, this is a huge matter, especially huge. demons have appeared in the back mountain of your Mao Mountain … "

Without waiting for Mu Qing to finish speaking, Qiu Ming smacked Mu Qing's head with a Sweet 'n' Sour Pot. Mu Qing cried out in pain and asked aggrievedly: "Uncle, why did you hit me?"

Qiu Ming glared angrily and said unhappily, "Monster, monster, monster, you demon, what the hell are you? I think you have done too many bad things, you have the upper hand! Under the clear sky and clear sky, there is no demon. If you again dare to speak so vulgarly, do you believe that I will put you in confinement on my Mao Mountain!? "

"Don't! Uncle, everything I said was the truth. I saw that demon. It wasn't just me. Skinny Horse saw it …"

Seeing Mu Qing's confident look, Qiu Ming laughed out of anger: "Fine, fine, you saw a demon right? Come, come, you brat, tell me what that demon looks like."

Mu Qing immediately recalled, and said: "At first, our brothers thought that she was a great beauty, and that looks was really pretty. But who would have thought that she would lead the fatty to the back of the mountain, then, we saw a White Fox face with a lot of furry tails behind her, and she even knows a laugh, that laughter makes people panic. "

Seeing that Mu Qing said it in a serious manner, Qiu Ming almost believed him. But thinking about it, Qiu Ming laughed coldly and knocked on Mu Qing's head once more, "You stinking brat, you're still too inexperienced to lie to me. If the few of you really were to meet a demon that can take human form, you would have already died to the point where not even your bones would remain.

As he said that, Qiu Ming once again looked as if he was about to chase Mu Qing away, "Go, go down the mountain quickly, where do you come from and where do you come from? These few days are not normal, don't come out and stir up trouble!"

Mu Qing saw that Qiu Ming still did not believe what he had said and anxiously said, "Uncle, how can you not believe me? What I said was the truth, and furthermore, we escaped from that demon's hands. However, Fatty, Fatty died in the hands of that demon."

Qiu Ming's eyes immediately lit up, and he exclaimed: What? Someone died? " This time, Qiu Ming was truly nervous.

"Isn't it? "Uncle, if it wasn't for such a big event, we wouldn't be able to say that there are monsters in the mountain, right?"1

Just as Qiu Ming was feeling shocked and confused, a young Taoist dressed in white suddenly walked out of the great hall, dressed in a daoist robe and holding a long sword. The Taoist had a refined smile on his face as he looked at Qiu Ming.

"Martial Nephew Qiu Ming, what happened? Poverty-stricken People just heard that a demon appeared in the Mao Mountain, I wonder if that's true or false?"

Just as Qiu Ming was about to turn around and bow, he was interrupted.

Mu Qing saw that the person who spoke up was young and white, he was only around twenty years old, yet he actually called him uncle without any hesitation, making Mu Qing feel extremely angry.

With his hands on his waist, Mu Qing unhappily muttered to the Taoist: "Hey, pretty boy, look at you. Are you a newbie in the film industry? At your age, who do you call Martial Nephew? "

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